The morning after

The sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies. Her head rests on his chest, her breathing slow and steady. His fingers trace gentle patterns on her bare skin, his lips graze her neck in soft, tender kisses. He can feel the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest, the soft moans that escape her lips as he teases her nipples. The scent of their lovemaking lingers in the air, a heady mix of desire and satisfaction. He pulls her closer, his hardness pressing against her damp folds, igniting a flame within her. She arches her back, pushing herself against him, their hearts beat in perfect synchrony. The tension builds between them, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air. With one fluid movement, he enters her, claiming her once more. Their bodies were found by the police officers in the woods.